*Lily*

"Rachel, I don't know. This one?" I held up a deep red velvet dress against myself, its plunging neckline and thigh-high slit screaming boldness I wasn't sure I possessed. I wasn't even sure why I had bought that dress in the first place.

"Absolutely not," Rachel scoffed from her position sprawled across her bed, makeup strewn around her like the aftermath of a beauty tornado. "That's way too Jessica Rabbit. Here." She leapt up, rifling through my clothes ...